The first sign of a shadow and movement woke Duncan from his sleep. A slight grin tugged at his lips as he watched Tara struggle, pulling herself along the bed and cling to the poster of the bed. She probably wanted to leave. Sitting up slowly he silently stood and watched her walk quietly to the door being utterly considerate not to wake him. He smirked shaking his head. He slowly walked and stood behind her. Gasping for air she finally chanced it and leaped for the door with the little strength she had.
She did not belong here she had to go home.
Leaning against the door, she gave her self time to catch her breath. Sweat beaded on her forehead and thirst had her in a fowl mood. But she could not risk waking him up.
He watched her lean against the door. She was oblivious to his presence as he stood inches behind her. His strong arm stretched out above her head, pressed against the door and held it tightly shut. Slowly her hand went for the latch and she pulled it. But it was no use.
She pulled again, but it would not open.
The brute locked her in.
New tears built up in her eyes as she turned frustrated and leaned against the door. Her heart slammed to a halt as she faced a broad chest then looked up into silver eyes.
"Leaving so soon," he said with a lethal smoothness that sent a shiver up her spine.
Pure anger and fury clashed with his impish triumphant glare.
"Let me out," she demanded.
He inched closer and he watched as she trembled and pressed closer to the door as if wanting to fall through it.
With a smirk that made him look all the more ruggedly handsome.
She feared him. He mused. What a surprise. He loved watching her squirm .
She anxiously looked to her sides for a way to escape. Praying for all the strength her legs needed to run, she darted for the nearby table to her right and picked up the pitcher.
"Let me out, or I'll Crack your skull," she threatened.
Turning to face her he leaned against the door, not worried at all. He crossed his arms before his chest and stared at her with the pitcher raised above her head.
He looked at her from head to toe. The soft light from the hearth outlined her slender body.
The view made him stir.
Like a lion on the prowl for his prey he slowly stood from the door and walked towards her. Each step he took she backed away.
The simple thought of running from him just so he could catch her, made him eager to get closer.
"I'm warning you if you don't let me go I will use this," she threatened again.
He ignored her threats and continued towards her.
The fact that her head was pounding her did not make the situation good and he was making her more upset. She wanted to throw the vase at him so bad, but she couldn't she was terrified it would do nothing to him.
In a blink of an eye, he lunged forward grabbed her wrists and pulled the vase from her hands.
"You arrogant bastard," she yelled.
Before she could strike out at him he pinned her arms behind her. Hot to the touch, he could feel the heat rising from her body. She still burned with fever and it worried him deeply.
He realized it was not going to be easy to get her back to bed.
"Let go of me you animal," she cried out struggling to get free.
"Nay, I will not," he shook his head.
His closeness made her very nervous. He was crushing her and her struggles only aroused him. The urge of subdoing her and tossing her to the floor to ravish her right there was not a bad idea. But, her defiance displeased him greatly. He wanted someone submissive not her. She pulled from his hold but he tightened it more crushing her to him.
"You must get to bed you are still with fever," he ordered.
She shook her head. "No!"
She continued to fight and pull away from him. Her movements stirred him. Before she scream again, he did the only thing he could think of to calm her. He kissed her.
Strong hands craddled the back of her head, pulled her close and claimed her lips. She stiffened in his hold and stopped squirming. Complete submission is what he demanded. His kiss was possessive, hard and erotic and it shook her to the core of her existence. She felt weak in his hold as his tongue conquered hers and he moaned with her innocent response.
This....isn't right. She argued in her head.
He was her captor and held her against her will. He was kissing her.
Her heart clammered in her chest because this kiss was doing things to her. She tried to pull away but the kiss deepened.
Her lips were hot and her breath sweet. He pulled her close and all off his thoughts slowly escaped him. He wanted more but dared not push her. Pulling away from the kiss he gazed down into her eyes.
Slowly long lashes fluttered open revealing tear glazed eyes.
Her lips trembled as tears fell down her cheek.
Backing away from him, she held her fingers to her sore lips that felt swollen. With no warning, in a blink of an eye her hand came up and crossed his face with a resounding slap that echoed off the walls.
All went silent as if the very walls waited for his response.
Terror struck her as his eyes darkened and he closed the distance and yanked her close. His nostrils flared and stood inches away from her. Their breaths mingled and their eyes met.
His mouth had covered hers even before she realised his intention. He kissed her hard, branding her as she had branded him, punishing her for daring to slap him.
One kiss and all breath, reason, sanity were knocked from Tara's body.
She clung to him as her knees gave out from beneath her and she went limp in his arms.
With an oath he picked her up and placed her back in bed.
Cursing to himself he should have never come in here.
With one last glance at her, he stormed off out of the room.
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Misplaced Angel (Slowly Editing)Historical Fiction
A fierce Knight... Known for his victorious battles on the field by day and his prowess by night, Lord Duncan of Chaswick, fierce Knight and Warrior had no idea how much his life would change. Standing before him in his chapel the most alluring, s...